Monday, November 24, 2014

I now have a little under twenty hours in my new boots. Most of the pressure points associated with new, stiff boots have worked themselves out but there are still a couple areas, namely around the pinky toe of each boot which continue to annoy me. I asked Mike to punch out those areas. For those reading this post who are not familiar with the process of "punching out", it's basically a way of removing pressure points in boots by locally stretching the offending area. Figure skate boots have to be stiff and close fitting in order to support the ankle during jump landings and spins. At the same time, the ankle must be able to bend deeply in order to get and hold the strong edges required by most skating elements. It's not exactly a mutually exclusive scenario but sometimes it can feel that way. Bottom line: if the boots are eating your feet, you're not a happy skater.

My right boot getting punched out on the outside edge near the toe box. My pinky toe is much happier now.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Apologies to Paul Anka for today's post title. Yesterday was a big day for your old diarist: my new skates were in at Skater's Paradise, so directly after my ice dance lesson it was time to point the bow of the might Volvo station wagon south towards Waldorf. I arrived just after 1pm to discover my new heat moldable boots were already in the oven. Mike brought them into the fitting room and warned me to mind the hooks (Hot!) as I put them on. He laced up the boots to a tension which he liked and told me to enjoy the cooling process while he and Joan attended to other customers. Every so often he'd come over and feel one of the boots and after 20 minutes or so he had me slip them off. He then took the boots to the rink snack bar's freezer room where he parked them for 10 minutes to quickly remove the latent heat and lock in the shape which my feet had left inside the boot interiors.

After that, I told him I wanted to take a tracing of the blades before he sharpened them. This would give me a reference point after future sharpenings. Each sharpening removes a bit of metal and over time the overall rocker profile as well as the location of the spin rocker part of that overall profile tend to change and flatten out. And although I plan to return to Skater's Paradise for sharpenings, one can't predict that I'll always live close by or indeed how many more years Mike and Joan will remain in business. It only takes one bad sharpening to ruin a pair of blades.

After the sharpening it was time to go out on the ice to check blade positioning. I kinda hoped I wouldn't make a total fool of myself--new blades are always a bit spooky at first; your muscle memory has become accustomed to the old blades which over the course of many sharpening have lost a bit of the rocker. I stepped gingerly onto the ice with the master watching. I took a few strokes and it felt like I was a raw beginner! I perimeter stroked a couple laps and as I did the blades started to feel a little better under foot but whoa baby, compared to my old blades the new ones were like the difference between a Ferrari and a pickup truck. I tried an outside forward three turn (in my "good" direction) and almost bought the farm. After a few more laps I tried doing some power pulls and felt a lot steadier. I T-stopped in front of Mike and he said "you were going at a pretty fast clip. I was hoping you wouldn't have to slam on the brakes." It was a public session and yepper depper, there were a fair number of ice tourists on the rink. Funny, it felt like I was crawling--sort of deceptive, like driving a
new powerful but quiet car and discovering that you're doing 80 when you
thought you were at the speed limit. Back we went into the shop. Mike adjusted the blades slightly and put in enough screws to keep things from moving until I have the boots broken in. As for the boots, they're much stiffer than my old ones even though they're the same model. Besides being new, boot designs (even within the same model) constantly evolve. I told Mike I wanted to skate the public session long enough to see if there were any spots in the boots that needed punching out before I left. He told me that although he could slip me out on the ice for a few minutes for test purposes, if I wanted to skate longer I'd need to buy a pass. Fair enough.

A little friendly reminder from rink management on the public session wrist band. Kinda reminds me of the disclaimers at the end of ads for the latest offerings from a pharmaceutical company: "be sure to ask your doctor if death, bodily injury or property damage are right for you..."

Anyway, I got back out on the ice and skated the last 30 minutes of the session. That was just about the right amount of time for me to gain back most of my forward skills and learn what parts of the boots I needed to have punched out. It also gave me the opportunity to test whether going down a half-size in boots would eliminate the dreaded heel slippage which has been part and parcel of my old ones practically from the first day. In the new boots my heels felt locked down even though the laces were only "snug" rather than in "as tight as I can physically make them" mode; and the top hooks were left undone in the interests of ankle bend; and I didn't have bunga pads on (an obligate requirement to take up the slop in the old boots). Whoot! Whoot! It will probably take a couple weeks to break in the boots and adjust to the new blades but after that, Look Out!

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I'm a 60-something year old goat (who's counting? I don't look a day over 70) who enjoys racing Classic and Vintage Moth Boats (a small development class of sailing dinghy), putzing with little British cars, riding bikes (both motor and pedal),figure skating and an occasional bimble.